Racing, my heart beats. I'm alive, but not living. Time? why care; it does not exist. fourteen years I have been "alive", but my heart has not. I struggle, past, present or future? why do we care? what does it matter?
My heart beats, brain thinks, but I am not living. My body moves, my emotions accessible, but I am not living. Life's clock may tick on, but through life, time matters none.
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My Heart's Clock Is Broken
ŞiirTime does not exist. To time, love is nothing; but to love, time is everything, and without love, I care nothing of time. A true story of my life
